The Audition
“I wake up, and make my way upstairs. I kneel on the floor by Nikolai’s feet, and he feeds me breakfast and offers me sips of coffee. At some point though, he relents slightly and allows me to sit on his lap. I shamelessly snuggle against him, rubbing my face against his neck like a kitten, and whimpering in pleasure as his fingers tweak my nipples.
“To the piano,” he finally says firmly. “We don’t have time to fool around.”
“What if I play really well?” I try and bargain.
He gives me a steady look, and I shut up, quelled, and head downstairs to play.
*** In the afternoon, I curl up on Nikolai’s couch and read a book. Nikolai isn’t at home; he had to leave to run an errand right after lunch. When he comes back in, I look up, but my mind is still on my book. That’s my excuse for what happens next.
“Some of my friends are coming over this evening,”
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